#well Riley is but. Yknow

[anotheroneofthegaysharks]

MEET THE CREW

@lapinibernatus @angelicdudles @ebenezerboozoo come get your soup. Love you guys a lot

[reds-skull]

Lineart on the comic I'm working on is making me go mad, took a 2 hour "break" to render Ghost in the Cyberknights AU instead

[shadow0-1]

With what's mine

[libingan]

— TF141’s fave positions.

took a while for me to write this bc ngl u guys my life is currently on difficult mode right now and it’s lowkey kinda sad but yknow the grind never stops

gotta keep yall well fed and horny

JOHN PRICE

john loves the “cowgirl” position, where you take control, riding him hard and slow, just the way you both like it. he enjoys the sight of you above him, your body moving with a rhythm that drives him insane. his hands grip your hips, guiding you as you bounce on his cock, your breasts teasingly close to his mouth. he watches the way your face contorts with pleasure, each moan you let out fueling his own desire. he loves how you take what you want from him, grinding down, feeling every inch of him inside you. there’s nothing sexier to him than watching you lose yourself in the moment, knowing he’s the one making you feel that way. his grunts mix with your gasps, and when he’s had enough of letting you lead, he’ll flip you over and pound into you until you’re screaming his name.

KYLE “GAZ” GARRICK

kyle’s favorite is “spooning,” where you’re on your side, your ass pressed tight against his cock as he slides into you from behind. he loves the way this position lets him be close, his hand snaking around to play with your clit as he fucks you slowly, letting you feel every inch of him. he’ll kiss your neck, whisper filthy things in your ear, telling you how good you feel, how tight you are around him. his other hand grips your hip, pulling you back onto his cock, setting a pace that’s as deep as it is slow. he loves the way you moan his name, the way your body trembles when he thrusts into you just right. kyle’s all about taking his time, making sure you feel every bit of pleasure he can give you, dragging it out until you’re begging him to go faster, harder, and he’s more than happy to oblige.

JOHN “SOAP MACTAVISH

johnny is all about “missionary,” but he’s anything but gentle about it. he loves pinning you down, his body pressing yours into the mattress as he fucks you hard, making sure you feel every thrust. he’s rough but passionate, his mouth claiming yours in a heated kiss one moment, then trailing down to suck on your neck the next. he likes to hear you moan, to feel your nails dig into his back as he drives into you, pushing your legs apart so he can get even deeper. he’ll talk dirty, telling you how much he loves fucking you like this, how perfect you feel beneath him, how he’s going to make you come over and over until you can’t take it anymore. johnny loves the power, the way you writhe beneath him, the way he can make you scream his name as he takes you over the edge.

SIMON “GHOST” RILEY

simon’s favorite is “prone bone,” where you’re on your stomach, and he’s taking you from behind, his body weight pressing you into the bed as he fucks you deep and slow. he loves the way this position lets him dominate you completely, his cock buried deep inside you as he grinds against you, his hand on the back of your neck or pulling your hair to keep you exactly where he wants you. he’ll whisper nasty things in your ear, telling you how tight you are, how good you feel around him, how he’s going to fuck you until you can’t think straight. simon’s thrusts are hard and deliberate, each one pushing you closer to the edge, his other hand slipping between your legs to rub your clit, making sure you come hard and fast. he’s relentless, fucking you until you’re shaking, until you’re begging him to come, and even then, he doesn’t stop until he’s completely satisfied, filling you up and leaving you breathless and spent beneath him.

[miniwheat77]

Maybe One Day. (Ghost x Petite!Reader.)

!CW! NSFW, Smut, Size kink, Ghost being a little talkative, petite!reader, unprotected sex, some sad parts, mentions of death, blood, violence, (sorry if I missed any)

(Summary): Reader is in love with Ghost but is okay with the fact that it’ll never lead anywhere.

I got a petite!reader ask, you can find that here.

If she wasn’t on her phone, working, or buried in a book, she was thinking about him. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley.

Y/N has worked alongside Ghost for quite some time now. A few years. From the very moment she’d laid eyes on him, she fell in love. As time went on, her feelings only seemed to grow for him. Up to this point, the fifth year working alongside him, she’d had very limited conversations with him. Anytime she made an attempt to deepen any kind of conversation, he shrugged her off. At first, she thought maybe if she talked to him enough. Close enough to him, maybe. Just maybe something would happen. But he ignored her, walked away from her, and always kept it short. So she gave up after about a year. From then on, the last four years after that, she kept it professional. Only talked to Ghost on missions when she absolutely had to. Didn’t interact with him on base aside from small waves, and kept to herself for the most part.

She made an attempt to hide the feelings she had for Ghost, but it didn’t always work. Most people caught on. The waves, the way she smiled and acted all giddy when he was around. Everything. She was nice to everyone but it was different when it came to Ghost. Nearly anybody could tell. Soap looked at her from the hallway. Ghost stood next to him. “Are you sure about this Ghost?” Soap asks. Ghost nods his head. You were currently folding up a table cloth. Soap sighs, spinning on his heels and entering the mess hall.

"Hey." He smiles. "Uh.. hi." You smile. "You scared me."

"Oh, my bad." He smiles. "I just heard you come out and thought I'd come talk to you."

“About what?”

"Simon."

"What about him?"

"I.. think you know."

You pause for a moment. Looking down at your feet.

"That obvious ah?" You smile. "Uhh.. maybe just a little bit." Soap laughs. "I just… I wouldn't want you getting hurt Y/N. He's kinda.. guarded. Yknow?"

"Oh I know Soap. There's no chance in hell we'd ever work out. Hell, it'd be a shot in the dark if he was even into me." Soap knows you're keeping it together but he can see the hurt in your eyes.

"What?"

"I'm.. not that interesting." You laugh. Simon waited right on the other side of the wall, listening in.

"I think he's just well guarded Y/N. There's nothing wrong with you."

You let out a small laugh, looking down at the ground. "Yeah. I know that nothing will ever come of it. It's just a dumb crush, nothing more."

Soap was only talking to you because Simon asked him to. He told Soap that there was no chance anything would ever work between the two of you and he needed you to know exactly what to expect. After finishing up the conversation with Soap, it had been made clear. Ghost had put Soap up to it. Which meant Ghost was getting tired of it or you’d been making him uncomfortable. You just wished Ghost had come to you about it personally rather than making it everyone else’s business and embarrassing you like that. After that day, you started ignoring Ghost. No more small waves when passing by. No more making conversation with him up on the roof when you took over watch, no more offering to take over his shifts or helping him with his chores. You drew back completely and passed by him with a cold shoulder. You were short when he needed to talk to you, just like he’d been with you. He noticed it immediately.

After a week or so, everyone noticed you hadn’t been active. Nobody had seen you in passing, nobody had talked to you or seen you during meals, and they noticed your captain was picking up your part of the chores. It was unusual. Eventually after they all pestered their Captain enough, he finally caved. “Alright fine. Meet in my office after Lunch and we’ll talk. But this stays between all of us.” He glares. They all nod their heads. After lunch, everyone met up. Ghost waited until a few minutes after, hiding in the hallway. “Alright. Y/N has been on rest in her room until we can get her home. She got a phone call about a week ago that her younger brother was killed in a car accident. She’s very upset, and you guys need to leave her be unless she comes to you for help. Am I clear?” He says. Everyone nods their heads. As everyone finishes up the conversation, Ghost notices a flash of black pass by the doorway to Captain Price’s office. He follows whatever it is, noticing you in the mess hall picking up the lukewarm pot of coffee. Once their conversation was done, Captain Price came in. When he sees you, he’s curious. “Hey, what’re you doing out of your room?” He asks. You raise the cup of coffee. John nods. You say nothing, making your way back to your room. It was odd for the both of them to see you in night clothes. Just shorts and a t-shirt. John looks at Ghost, getting a shrug back.

The following day, Ghost is eating breakfast with Soap in the mess hall. It’s only them and Captain Price inside so far. To their surprise, you walk inside. Broom in hand. You start sweeping up the mess hall. Something you did on a daily basis. It was a very small part of your chores. Not just that, you have your full uniform on. “Uh.. Y/N.” John looks up from his coffee. You pause, looking at him. Your eyes are bloodshot. You look like you haven’t slept in days. “You don’t have to do that, I got you covered. We’re trying to get you home.” You don’t stop sweeping. “They had his funeral already, I have no reason to go home. I’ll be just fine here, thanks anyways Captain.” You sweep everything into the dustpan, walking off. John sighs.

This goes on for a couple days. You’re on edge. Nobody sees you eat, you don’t sleep very well. You’re struggling and there’s nothing anybody can do. Everyone tells Ghost to check up on you. You like Ghost, maybe you’d open up to him. And he did try. Went out of his comfort zone to ask you how you’re doing. You gave him a short “I’m fine.” And shrugged him off after that.

To you, he didn’t care. Nobody cared. They were coworkers, nothing more. They didn’t care what you were going through, they only cared about what you were useful for.

You sat quietly on the chopper. Everyone else made small talk but you, you just stared ahead. You had a blank expression on your face. Like you were staring right through everything. Expressionless, emotionless. Like you weren’t there. Soap is the first to notice, but knows not to get involved. You’re struggling. The last thing you need is someone pestering you. “Alright. Don’t forget the plan. Y/N and Ghost are frontlines. Entering through vents on the rooftops. Gaz and I will be posting guard with rifles, Soap will be entering through the mines. It’s where the least amount of threats are.” Your Captain explains more details before the chopper lands, and when it lands it’s a go. You and Ghost quickly make your way inside, dropping tear gas through the vents and waiting for it to dissolve completely before jumping in.

Ghost notices immediately you’re more ruthless than before. Wearing no emotion on your face as you ambush people, stabbing them. Blood spatters over your face and you don’t even flinch as it does. It’s shocking to see someone so small being so violent. Successfully at that. When the buildings are clear, you’re leaning up against a pool table in the back room. Ghost is sitting in a chair in the corner of the room. “You told Captain they had his Funeral already. They didn’t wait for you?” Ghost asks. “No.” You rolls your eyes. “Why?” He asks. Drawing a chuckle from your lips. You cross your arms, not turning your head to even look at him. “Deadbeat parents, they don’t give a fuck about me or how I feel.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” He sighs. “Luck of the draw, how d’ya think I ended up in this shit show?”

The body in front of Ghost has one of your knives in his chest, you walk over to it. Pressing your foot down onto his shoulder and pulling the knife out of him. You wipe it off on your pants before returning back to where you were leaning at the pool table. Everyone else walks into the room, lowering their weapons when they see you and Ghost waiting patiently. They look like they had a hell of a fight. “We gave you guys the hardest task and you look untouched.” Captain Price laughs. “Just too good.” You shrug, walking passed them. Soap smiles, stepping in. “Successful mission.” He holds up a flash drive. The one you’d been looking for. “Fuck yeah.” You smile. You still had that same pain in your eyes. No matter how happy you seemed, it stayed there. You twirl the knife in your hand the entire way back to the chopper, and just like before. You’re staring off into space. Brain in an entire different dimension as you spin it around in your hand.

Overtime, Ghost notices you more and more. How much different you’ve become, how cold you’ve been acting. You’re still giving him the cold shoulder. Still not making much conversation with him.

He makes his way onto the watch post, seeing you sitting back in a chair with your feet kicked up, looking at the room full of cameras. He makes his way up to you, he’s a few minutes early. You stand up, picking up your items and going to walk away. “Leaving so soon?” He asks. You pause, body going rigid. “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I?” You still have your back turned to him. “Just thought you’d want to make some small talk. Talk about what’s going on.” He shrugs. You turn around, a smile on your face. “Yeah, let’s be friends, we’ll exchange stories about our shitty lives. It’ll be a sleepover.” You smile. “So that’s a no.” He chuckles. You bite your lip for just a second, taking a step toward him. “What? You want to be friends now? The few times I tried making small talk with you, you had Soap tell me to leave you alone. So no, I don’t really feel like talking.” You roll your eyes, spinning to walk around. “I had him tell you to back off because I could tell you liked me. I knew you wanted to be more than friends.” You laugh, “See that’s where you’re mistaken Ghost, we’re not friends. Hell, we’re not even acquaintances. You and I? We’re just coworkers. Nothing more.” With that, you walk down the stairs. It stings Ghost a little bit that you’re so cold to him, but really he asked for this. “Hey!” He calls to you. “I’m your superior, when Captain Price isn’t around, you answer to me, Sergeant.” You turn around, smirk at your lips. You cross you arms, taking a couple steps up the stairs. “Yeah? What can I do for you, Lieutenant.” The venom in your voice is potent. “Go back inside the watch tower.” You roll your eyes. “Yes sir.” You throw your bag back down once you step inside. Ghost closes the door. “Sit down.” You hate that you have to listen to him. But you do anyways. Crossing your arms and leaning back. “Good. Now talk.” He looks at you. “About what?”

“What’s bothering you?” He asks. You narrow your eyes. “You already know what’s bothering me.”

He shakes his head. “Can we just be done here? Or am I going to have to fight my way out?” Ghost let’s out a deep chuckle. “Sweetheart, you can’t fight me. You won’t win.” A scoff leaves your lips. “The hell is that supposed to mean?” He laughs. “In case you haven’t noticed, you’re tiny. I could pick you up with one hand.” He sits back in his chair, the tight shirt he has on tightens perfectly over his arms and shoulders. You swallow hard, but Ghost doesn’t miss it. “You’re hiding something else, something else was bothering you.” You raise your eyebrows, giving him a ‘are you fucking serious.’ Look. “You’re joking right?” You laugh. He looks confused. “You assumed that I like you, and instead of coming to me to tell me to back off, you told someone else to come to me and say it. Not only is that a concern that should have stayed between the both of us, but it’s pretty embarrassing that everyone knows now.” You roll your eyes. “Okay. That was a bad call on my part. I’m sorry.” He places his hands on his thighs. Your eyes glancing at them for a split second. “Are we done now?” You swallow hard. “I suppose.” He mumbles.

—

A few weeks later, Captain Price put you on leave for a week.

When you come back, you seem in worse shape than before. Ghost is the first to notice. You look like you haven’t been eating or sleeping. It’s late and he can hear weights crashing in the gym, pulling himself out his bed to go check on whoever it is, not surprised to see that it’s you. “Bad idea to do that without a spotter.” He mumbles. He rubs his eyes tiredly. His mask isn’t on straight, he just threw it on really quick. You say nothing in return. “Y/N, what’s going on?” You’re breathing hard from lifting the weight up. “Parents lied about my little brother dying, wanted me to send money for his funeral so that they could just have the money.” You breathe. Teeth gritted as you lift the weight. “They’ve brainwashed him, made him hate me. I got nobody left.” You’re panting hard, groaning as you lift the weight. Ghost takes it from your hands, lifting it up with one hand and laying it in the rack. “Talk to me.” He breathes. The action doesn’t go unnoticed by you. What you were just struggling to lift, he lifted with one hand.

You shake yourself out of your thoughts. “I don’t have anybody either. That’s why I joined the military in the first place, but it’s not exactly worked out too well in my favor because 141 is like my family. Something I’ve never had.” He breathes. You laugh. “How sweet.” He rolls his eyes. “I’m serious. We look out for each other. Make sure everyone is okay all the time, why you think I’m here hm? Everyone worries about you.” You laugh. “That’s complete bullshit and you know it. I used to try to talk to you all of the time and you just shrugged me off like nothing. Nothing was different between then and now. You’re free to leave whenever you want, Ghost.” You roll your eyes. He takes a deep breath. He’s clearly getting frustrated with you. “Why do you care about em? Hm? They don’t give a fuck about you, never have. Why lose sleep over it? I don’t.” He shrugs. “Rough concept. Maybe you’re just mentally stronger than me. But that’s not exactly my point.” You roll your eyes. You stand up, walking away to another area to work out. “Look. It’s almost midnight and we have to be up at 6. I’m not too keen on losing this much sleep. Let’s go to bed, we’ll talk more tomorrow.” He mumbles. “Go ahead, I’m not making you stay here.”

“Goddamnit.” He mumbles. He makes his way near you as you reach for a bar, he lifts you up with ease, throwing you over his shoulder. “Simon! Put me down!”

“No. You’re going to bed.”

“I’ll just lay awake.”

“Than you’ll lay awake in my bed.”

Your body goes rigid and Ghost chuckles. He opens his door up and spins around to close and lock it behind him. He throws you down onto his bed and you bounce up, scrambling to prop yourself up onto your elbows. He grasps the hem of his shirt, pulling it off. “Um.. what the fuck is going on?” You ask. He straddles your hips, leaning down into you. You let yourself fall all of the way back, backing away from his face. He laughs. “This is what you wanted, right?” You shake your head. “No-no. I don’t want your weird pity s-“ he covers your throat with his hand, the small size of you has him smiling. He likes the control he has over you. “Mnot trying to fuck you out of pity. I know you like me, I know you want to fuck me. I wanna fuck you too.” He mumbles. This side of Simon is weird. You’re used to the guarded, quiet Simon. This was new. “I like you, have forever. S’just a bad idea to start something with someone when you could die any day. But you don’t mind right?” He smirks. He pulls his mask off, and you swallow hard, seeing him.

All of him.

Everyone on base but you had seen his face.

“You’re so tiny..” he mumbles. “So easy to..” he pins your hips down into his bed. Earning a gasp from your lips. “You want me to fuck you or not?” He bites his lip. You swallow hard, cheeks burning. You nod slowly. He smirks, tugging his sweatpants down his legs. You’re only wearing a tank top and shorts, since you were working out. He tugs them off of you quickly. He is massive, you swallow hard when you see the size of his cock. He can’t help but chuckle at your reaction. “Don’t worry, M’gonna make you feel real good. Just try to be quiet for me.” He lines himself up with your entrance and you breathe out. All of the pining you’d done. The sleep you lost over him, everything. And now? A deep breath leaves your lips when he prods at your opening. The tip of his fat cock disappearing between your folds. He’s stretching you already and he’s barely started. He groans out, holding onto your hips tightly. Holding you exactly where he wants you. He clamps a hand over your mouth when he thrusts all of the way inside of you, enjoying the way your eyes roll back as he bottoms out. He’s huge. When he starts fucking into you, it’s intense. You’re watching him disappear inside of you. He says something but you aren’t listening. “Don’t tell me you’re cock drunk already?” He chuckles. He pushes you back by your chest, shoving his thumb into your mouth. “Such a good girl.” Your mouth makes his cock twitch slightly. You’re tight around Simon and he moans out. “So. Fucking. Good.” He groans between thrusts. You’re surprised how vocal he is.

You feel a high approaching already and he notices how wet you’re getting on him. He bites his lip. Lowering his gaze so that he can watch his big cock disappear into your little hole. He’s gritting his teeth, keeping a steady pace and you tilt your head back. “Ah! S-Simon-“ you whimper. “S’alright. You can cum baby.” He mumbles, leaning down slightly and attaching his lips to yours for the first time. It sends you right into a su space, the softness of his lips has you disappearing. Your moans get muffled by him as he fucks you through your first high. It won’t be your last of the night. Your thighs shake as he overstimulates you. Not giving you anytime to adjust to him. “Fuck you get so tight on me when you cum.” He groans. He starts to rock his hips into yours a little faster than before. He’s eager, wanting his own high. “Why don’t you ride me, hm?” You nod your head. He slides out of you, moving so that you can sit up. When he lays down you straddle him, lowering yourself onto him. Hissing at the new angle, he’s going too deep. He chuckles. “It’s okay.” You rock your hips up, turning around to see how far you’re taking him down. “Try to take all of me.” He mumbles. “I-I can’t.” He chuckles. “You can. Just relax for me.” You nod your head, if you wanted to stop now, he’d let you obviously. He runs his hands up your thighs, resting on your hips. He licks his lips when he forces your hips down onto him, a gasp leaving your lips as he bottoms out again. Your legs weaken and you rest yourself onto him.

You give yourself a second to adjust and he doesn’t try to make you. Letting you rock your hips into him, getting used to it. Pretty soon, you’re bouncing on his cock, moaning out. He’s smiling a lazy smile at you, loving how dirty it is. You’re addicted to him, chasing your high on his cock. He’s getting close and he can tell you’re close too by the way you’re tightening around him and the intensity of your moans. He’s panting hard, thighs clenching and lower stomach knotting up. That sweet knot was going to unravel and against his better judgement, if you don’t stop. He’s going to fill your little pussy full of his cum. You’re rocking back and fourth in him, feeling so good. He loves seeing it, loves seeing you pleasure yourself on him. It’s just a bonus that he gets to watch it, and cum too. This is so much better than jerking off. It’s all he’s done to cum in the last few years. He wanted to make a move on you sooner but knew it was a bad idea. He grips your thighs, helping guide you onto him. “Got me fucking close baby.” He groans. “M-me too.” You pant. Your eyes are watering from being overwhelmed. He lifts his hips into yours, getting frustrated and holding you up so he can thrust up into you. “Oh fuck-“ his voice cracks and a whimper leaves his lips. “I’m gonna cum.” He pants. “Fuck I’m gonna cum baby-“ he cries. “Me too Simon-“ a gasp leaves your lips when you hit your second high, feeling his warmth spill into your depths. Filling you up. Your lips are parted and you’re resting your hands on his chest. Feeling him leak down out of you.

You climb off him, going to stand up but he stops you, pulling you back into him. “Relax.” He breathes. “Sleep here.” He mumbles. Pulling you into his front. “Simon-“ he stops you. “We can talk more about this tomorrow alright? But you need sleep, and I got you. I always got you. Just sleep for now.” He breathes. Feeling his warmth and the way his arms are wrapping around you is too much. You feel your eyes getting heavy.

@clove-shitposts

[feelingsshmeelings]

Recently watched inside out 2 and I'm not even gonna lie, I left that theater with tears in my eyes and the FATTEST crush on Anxiety. I can't help it okay I love me some crinkly girl failure creature 😔

Anxiety x Reader: relationship headcanons

INCLUDES: GN! Reader, Fellow Emotion! Reader, fluff, some down bad behavior on Anxiety's part, very light angst, she/they pronouns for Anxiety

📋 It probably takes a while for her to settle into the relationship. Not to say that she dislikes being with you (of course not!!), but she's anxious. Like that's literally their whole thing. They have a hard time believing that you're actually... yknow, WITH THEM. Like, WILLINGLY.

📋 Eventually though, once you've given her plenty of reassurance, she'll start easing into the relationship

📋 Literally such a planner!! You can bet they've got a whole notebook dedicated to your relationship. Possible date ideas, things you like, things you dislike, important couple milestones to look forward to, etc. She's managing both of your calenders while ALSO crafting a detailed step-by-step plan of the next few years of your future together

📋 Anxiety is definitely the type to ramble— not just about they're job of looking after Riley but also about pretty much everything else. This one's a yapper, what can I say

📋 It's probably an insecurity of hers (she fears sometimes that her constant chatting may come off as annoying), but if you take the time to actually listen to what she has to say? Ask questions?? Offer your own insight???

📋 One word: marriage

📋 It's pretty much canon that she's prone to nervous breakdowns and insomnia. You should like... help her with that 👀. Guide her towards her massage chair when she needs it (or even better: offer a massage yourself). Cuddle with them in their bed, or yours. Talk them through their thoughts. Whatever works for the both of you

📋 I see Anxiety as being on the spectrum (ngl I feel like most of the emotions got that tism in them). That being said, physical touch is... well, they're not ADVERSE to it exactly, but it's probably not something they partake in often. Like it's not something she'll initiate, if that makes sense?? She's just very conscious of everyone else's personal space and would hate to overstep any boundaries

📋 THAT BEING SAID... Please hold her hand every now and then. Maybe just slide your hand into theirs while the two of you are standing side-by-side at the control panel, or give hers a small squeeze whenever she starts spiraling. She finds it grounding

📋 (they're bright red the whole time, constantly asking if you're really okay with it or if her palms are clammy or if your comfortable in the position or if—)

📋 PETNAMESSS!!!! Her go-to for you is "sweetie", or "love" if they're feeling particularly bold

📋 Will literally melt into a puddle at whatever nickname you choose to give them tho. Like you could give them the cheesiest petname on the planet and they'd still go all squiggly mouthed and flapping their hands

📋 Likes to take initiative in most things, INCLUDING your relationship, so don't be surprised if she's the one taking charge while putting together dates or while you two are at work in Riley's mind. Sometimes they can be a bit overbearing, but just have a sit down with her, let her know how you feel, and she'll gladly step down and let you get shit done

📋 COM👏MU👏NI👏CA👏TION!! VERY IMPORTANT TO HER!!!! Like I said before, they overthink a lot, so it definitely helps if you're honest and open about how you feel

📋 Working inside the mind of a teenage girl can be pretty stressful, so being able to wind down with you at the end of the day is definitely something Anxiety looks forward to

📋 Being able to ramble with you and get their thoughts off their chest is something they love, yes, but they also enjoy the moments of quiet you two share. You could be sitting at the same table, maybe you're reading a book or drawing, meanwhile she's jotting down a new workout regimen for the upcoming hockey season. Or maybe you're having a shared cup of cocoa while admiring the view from headquarters. Or maybe you're playing with their hair while they lay their head on your lap...

📋 She enjoys being able to simply exist with you. No thoughts about the future, no worries about what's yet to come. Just you and them in your own peaceful little bubble 🧡

I LOVE HER SO MUCH YOU DONT EVEN KNOW AJSJSKAKAKA!! Definitely planning on writing more for her soon! The other emotions too (feel free to send in an ask guysss I want ideas so bad 👀👉👈)

[ghcstao3]

Ghost gives me vibes of "this man took as many opportunities as he could to do theatre, including in college" and I think it would be very funny if soap got ahold of an old video of ghosts starring role in a show.

it’s probably one of the few good memories of his past because yknow. rehearsals got him out of the house and what do you know, he apparently has a knack for theatre acting so of course he’s going to keep any documented footage of it around

so down the road somewhere, maybe moving in together, soap finds a box with a bunch of junk in it, as well as an old video camera. curious, he digs around for the charger and waits for it to turn on all unbeknownst to ghost. and when it does finally work—what soap finds is pure gold

ghost finds soap going through what’s probably hours worth of footage of baby-faced simon riley absolutely acting his heart out in local theatre performances, and ghost has to take a moment to consider if it’d be worth it destroying those memories just so that soap can’t provide proof of their existence when he inevitably brings it up to the rest of the 141

(ultimately he decides it’s not worth it, but he might be hiding soap’s body in the near future)

[hyperfixationwizard]

Okay, if Soap and Ghost were to get married, who do you think would take the other's last name?? Cause I've been thinking about this for DAYS. I even made a LIST.

So I'm just gonna. Put some of my thoughts down here and if anyone wants to throw in their thoughts, please do

So, Soap taking Ghost's last name is the idea I see done most often, and I do get why. The possessiveness aspect? Chefs kiss tbh, I just know deep in my heart that Ghost is a possessive Bastard. Also, I feel like Ghost definitely associates his last name with his father, and by extension his trauma, a lot, so I guess if Soap took it as well, it would allow Ghost to finally associate his last name with something good?

I'm personally more partial to Ghost taking Soap's last name tho. Once again, I hc that his last name is something that reminds him heavily of his father, kinda like a claim on him if that makes sense? So I could see him being quite happy getting rid of it and rather embracing Soap's, which he doesn't have that negative association with?

Also, if Simon Riley is legally, yknow, dead, that might be difficult for their marriage (unless Price or Laswell can pull some strings).

Last thing, I honestly can't decide if John Riley or Simon MacTavish sounds better but I think I'm leaning toward the latter?

[tuzesdays]

Directors cut! What made you want to cast Riley in the role of helpful tech worker?

Riley beloved.... I was already very much needing a tech in the story, someone that Viper could have that unique, obsessive idea to not only keep danger at bay but re-direct it to be useful by becoming friends with them... only to slowly accept that knowing a tech in person makes them BE a person in their eyes. (this is an established problem with vivi, they're working on it)

But while I was writing, ShiraCheshire showed up in my comments! and then again! and again, for every chapter that was posted! So eventually I got curious if Shira wrote anything, and started on I See You, Sundrop! And loved it! And stuck with every chapter until it ended, which - you could guess if you've seen the isys chapter count - took a really long time. By the end of it, shira and I had talked so much that I'd consider us familiar (if not actual friends yet).

It just made sense to me to ask for Riley, they fill that niche so well. You can't deny the amount of personality they have within a minute of meeting them, and that is a trait that NEEDED to be felt in Dayshift (and, I would argue, in most stories simply because of how effective it is in shaking off the idea of 'the main character is the only main character').

And yknow. It gave me an excuse to bother @shirajellyfish even more than I was already, so that was a definite bonus. <3

[iravaid]

sry if this is random but will u tell us what english au is? i remember seeing it passing re: codposting and im so curious

Hi i'm so happy you asked

English AU came about when me and @farramint started bonding over how much we hated the comics and talked about how things might look if Roba was more competent.

English AU sprouts from the concept of what would happen if Simon let the brainwashing 'work' and started complying with Roba, to an extent, as his personal attack dog. Both as a way to get the torture to stop (so he would be healthy enough in the future to escape on his own, when the opportunity arose), and to stall Roba getting bored with Simon and killing him (as, in this AU, Roba had Sparks killed, leading Simon to realise his time is limited here, and dependent on that sadist's interest in him).

It's also a fun, morbid enough exploration on how low Simon will be forced to stoop while 'working' for Roba (murder, torture and such, yknow how it is), as well as the harassment, humiliation, and torture (of all kinds) he'd have to tolerate within the Zaragoza cartel. Things like forcefully being tattooed, mocked for the sexual assault and torture he'd been subjected to, and being referred to by 'English' as opposed to his actual name. I can see Roba subtly holding Simon's family hostage (to where they don't know they're in danger), and making sure Simon knows that any step too far out of line will lead to their harm. Gripped by the idea that the first time Simon hears his brother's, or mother's, voice in months is a conversation secretly recorded between one of them, and someone Roba had planted in Manchester in order to keep tabs on them.

It also lead to the idea of Roba, in all his arrogance, seeing a weakness in Las Almas following the upheaval within the cartel causing El Sin Nombre to rise to prominence. And this spurs him to try and expand operations. One thing leads to another, and Valeria convinces 'English' to help her against Roba, in exchange for his own freedom. Roba eventually dies, Valeria and Simon are violent girlbosses in arms, and Simon is coping sooo well after the torture nexus that he's just going to brutally hunt down the remaining Zaragoza cartel lieutenants while in this tenuous alliance with El Sin Nombre, who is also unsure how much to trust this man, as well as unsure if she wants to even let him go - Simon is very good at what he does, and in all honesty he knows too much about her identity. Also extremely to draw parallels between Valeria and Rudy, but if people want to read about that lmk because that's a separate post entirely.

And it makes sense for the 141 to eventually appear, maybe somewhat faithful to the plot of MW2, with the missiles and such <3. Except now there's some ulterior motives from Price, who might be aware of the MIA SAS serviceman who got tangled up in rumours of corruption and cartels. Leading to him trying to find Simon Riley and bring him back home with this sense of duty/honour to uphold, in the wake of higher-ups failing this man.

Simon then going from one master (Roba) to another (Valeria) to another (Price) is very fun to consider, as well. Valeria giving Simon more independence than Roba ever did, with shreds of respect to stop him from rankling under her thumb as badly (but still keeping Control, at the end of the day). Price is very much a man who knows how to utilise the men under him as Weapons, and while he respects his subordinates as people (versus Roba seeing Simon as a convenient attack dog he used to make kneel naked, arms behind his back, in a wire kennel for hours on end), Price ultimately values them by their individual abilities to keep the 'bad guys' afraid of their own shadows, and to 'save' the world.

This au has everything. Alejandro-Valeria bitter divorce, competent Roba horrors, Graves is there for some reason (he explodes in the tank again), Simon slaughter hashtag girl momen with a cunty silk buttonup a (with the buzzcut no less)(and houndcoding)(and corruption. but how much is merely just building off his sas conditioning), Price's vague sense of corruption but 'for the greater good', Soap and Gaz's horror at Simon's situation in a 'this very easily could've been us' way, and Gaz gets thrown out of another helicopter.

augh this became long, i hope it makes sense. The idea is ultimately that simon gets to go home, too, and tries to readjust to a 'normal' life, reuniting with Tommy and Sharon and Beth and Joseph. But I can see Price convincing him to return to the service (he knows a lifer when he sees one, and why waste a good soldier), potentially as a private contractor with the 141.

[audristarzz]

FAME DR

just imagining Isaac being asked about me/ me mentioned in his interviews 🙁🙁

!my name is riley in my role as well as my actual name!

“We know that you got to work with a lot of talented actors like Nikki, Ashby and Noah along with Riley is that correct?”

“Yeah! They’re all great, everyone’s so great we’re all really close, Nikki, Ashby and Noah are very talented and bring their characters to life so well and Riley-? Oh my god Riley is so amazing, she puts so much work and effort everytime we shoot a scene together even if it’s a small scene and it ends up amazing everytime- she’s so talented”

“Isaac, now everyone of your cast members that I’ve interviewed, we’ve asked the same question team Cole or Alex , when we had Riley on we asked and she said team Isaac so we have to ask.. are you team Cole or Alex?”

“Riley my girl oh my god! Uhh I didn’t even know team Isaac was a thing I’m gonna be honest- but I think team Isaac? No I’m kidding- I think if I had to choose between team Cole and Alex I would say Alex I mean he’s a cool guy, nerdy, shy so I could say Alex”

“Now.. before we end this interview, the question I’m sure you get asked the most besides the whole team Cole or Alex is what’s going to happen with Riley and Isaac in season 2 of My Life With The Walter Boys, because fans are saying that the characters between you and Riley have some.. romance sparking up?? Which I’m curious about too like- It seemed like you both had genuine feelings for eachother it felt so real when watching the episode!”

“ah.. haha uhm that’s- well I can’t really say cause yknow, you guys just gotta see what happens next between the two but i can tell you that they certainly are a pair that fans and myself love to see, and me and Riley both read comments about them everytime we get together when she’s in town to visit, So we see what you guys want and wish for Riley and Isaac so maybe we can try make some suggestions for the next season, Riley is just.. she’s just great, like haha it’s been such an experience to work with her and hang out with her when we and the cast get together. She’s truly spectacular and I admire her a lot”

[stvp1dbl00dslvt]

☆ Ghost helps paranoid M!Reader

⚠️: None.

TW: None.

You never knew when it started, when all these thoughts and delusions started to make they're way inside your head but it happened. Turning every corner and looking behind you with the feeling of being followed or stalked horrified you, you somewhat knew there was no one there but you slowly started to convince yourself there is..

Your teamate Simon Riley, aka Ghost noticed your paranoia at most, watching you look behind you and almost instantly walking that little bit faster to get away from God knows what, it worried him slightly but felt it wasn't his business to but in at first.

The constant worry and the delusional reassurance you tried to supply for yourself just never seemed to work, you just wanted to crawl up into a ball and make it all go away by crying. Sometimes you did just sit on your bed, your eyes just sore from doing what you wanted to try and make it stop..

Ghost caught on, sometimes just seeing your eyes red and puffy made him worry and he wanted to know what was wrong.. sometimes he'd just hear you in your room when he walked passed, he wanted to come in and check on you but he never did, he didn't know what to say or do.. until he did.

It happened again, he heard you crying silently through the door as he walked passed.. it was around 11 or so but this time was different, he felt different..

He knocked, your head lifted immediately staring at it for a few seconds before aggressively wiping the tears from your eyes and the remainder that ran down your cheeks, standing up and walking the door practising your smile on the way and finally the dreaded moment of opening the door.

"Oh hey! What's up?" You ask, putting on your best smile.. "I can hear you yknow? What's wrong?" He asks, trying to keep that tough look yet his voice seeming somewhat worried about you.. you gulp quietly trying not to just cry then and there, worried that if you do tell him he'll just see you different, negatively..

You try and keep your composure before saying "Oh? Well im fine" you put on the same exact smile as before, he already knew damn well you weren't and he was sick of hearing you upset in your room.

He looks down and sighs loudly, "Can I come in?" He finally asks, breaking the silence.. you look up at him and nod, smiling and open the door wider, moving yourself out of the way as he came in and just sat on the floor next to your bed.

You tilt your head slightly before walking over and sitting on the floor next to him, you look back at the door to know 100% that you did close it and you lightly sighed that you did. "Y/N?" Ghost speaks up, now looking at you through the layers of masks hiding his face.. you look at him without replying but giving him your attention, "Do you think im stupid?" He asks, voice still low and deep.. "What? No!" you respond, a little dumbfounded he'd ask.. "Then tell me why you've been so upset, I get it might be personal but.. im worried." He had to choke out the last part, he didn't want to admit it but he felt that maybe he had to, you sigh deeply before opening your mouth to ramble on about everything..

As you spoke on the verge of tears about absolutely everything you were still scared he'd see you as a burden, he now knew that.. he sighs before pulling you into a hug, a tight one. You stopped talking, you didn't even hug him back because all you could do was lay numbly onto his chest just about to cry..

"I dont think your a burden." He mumbles, that was when you finally hugged him back, you didn't know if he was lying or not but you still wanted to enjoy this moment.. "thank you.." you mumble into his chest, just hugging him back tightly. "You worried about anything else concerning the team?" He asks, wanting to understand everything about how you felt and the impacts it was leaving on you.. you didn't wanna talk, you just needed a hug and he understood that.

You both dont know how long that hug lasted but it didn't bother either of you, without realising it you yawned into his chest and slowly drifted off like that.. you'd expect him to leave after you fell asleep but he didn't, he left you in his arms.

Okay it's finally done😭 im so sorry about the wait ive just been so unmotivated and I got my tongue pierced yesterday so I speak all silly goofy now but sorry again and I hope you enjoy, thanks for the submission!!!

[catoslvt]

Dewey Riley x Reader

Sidney Prescotts' Big sister, who's the head of the fbi, so you know a lot about their friendgroup because you used to babysit them, and sidney and tatum tell you all the drama.

Gale was ur best friend until she wrote that book gale dates her camera man.

Unofficial relationship.

Tw, mentions of killings, blood, and stabbing.

"Just fuck off and get that camera away from my little sister and my house, you've already ruined our lives enough with that shitty book of yours, if you don't leave us alone I'll take down your full news show." I warn before I get in my car and drive off, heading towards the station flipping her off as I go.

"These killings are too difficult for us to deal with, so we've had to get the FBI involved." I hear sheriff Burke state, and that's when I walk through the doors with a small smile on my face, which only widens when I see Dewey.

"So, this is Agent Prescott." He continues, and i wave at everyone.

"But, in here, you guys can call me y/n." I tell them and everyone nods.

"So, I think first of all, we should narrow it down a little. Who would know Casey well enough to know where she lives and to also know where Steve lives?" I ask as I turn to the board on the wall and pull out a whiteboard pen, writing the words

'POTENTIAL SUSPECTS'

"Well, strangers wouldn't, unless they'd been stalking them." A man calls from behind me and I turn and let out a small laugh.

"If it was a stalker not close to them, there's a slim chance they'd know the number for caseys House phone." I tell him and he looks away embarrassed before dewey speaks up.

"Perhaps a jealous ex?" He asks, and I shoot him a large smile, which he returns before I turn to the board and write a single name, 'Stu Macher'.

"Only a few months prior to Casey and Steve's killings, Casey broke up with Stu for Steve, so potentially yes. Stu is a suspect." I say as I underline his name.

"But, the killer couldn't have done it alone. One would've killed Steve whilst the other prepared for the attack, and then they both would've needed to hang her from that tree, so who is Stu Machers best friend?" I ask, knowing only either dewey and I would be able to answer that one, but dewey is too sweet to admit it so I have to clear my throat and say it myself.

"Billy Loomis." I state as I scribble his name on the board, and a few people gasp.

Suddenly, the sheriff gasps.

"Okay, but what if it was Caseys mom or dad's ex, killing casey because they're jealous of what they have?" He quizzes and I let out a small laugh.

"You'd think im doing all the work on this case. Mr and Mrs Becker have been together since their high school years. It was both of their first relationships." I state, but then I begin to write on the board again.

"Potential Affair"

"But, Mr and Mrs Becker might've grown bored of their relationship, neither of them ever getting to explore something that wasn't each other, so we have a potential love affair on either the mom or dad's part." I then add, before I let out a little gasp, this idea isn't too bad.

"Sheriff, I want you to go to where the beckers have been placed and confiscate all of their phones, and I then want you to go through every single call log since the phone has been purchased." I tell him, and he nods before he points at one of the men, and they both quickly scurry out.

"What if it isn't any of that though, what if it was a girl who loved Steve?" One of the men ask and I shake my head.

"It was a man's killing, its obvious." I flatly say, confused on how they couldn't have easily spotted it.

"It's sloppy. Women's kills are much neater. They don't tend to draw as much blood, and if it was a girl in love with Steve, why also kill Steve?" I quiz, and the man quickly shakes his head, shutting up.

"We're not getting anywhere with this. All we've got is a girl bossing us around, i wouldn't be surprised if she's the one behind all the killings, yknow after what happened with her mom." I hear one of the boys snicker to dewey, who just rolls his eyes at him, which makes my stomach flutter in all sorts of ways.

"Thank you for that wonderful comment, but it's funny because this 'girl, that's bossing you around' is helping you get to the bottom of a bunch of murders, and I'm suspecting that the killer isn't gonna stop here after two, they're going to spiral out of control. I'm the head of the FBI, not just some silly girl who doesn't know what she's doing." I spit before I put the lid on the pen and sit it next to the board.

"Everyone take an hour for lunch. We're coming back to this." I say before walking out of the doors I walked in through and straight towards my car, where I unlock my door and climb in, grabbing my lunch from the back seats and quickly opening it and smiling at the sight of a sandwich with an apple, its not much for lunch but because of my work I don't tend to eat a big lunch incase I ever come across a gruesome sight.

Only moments later of me beginning to eat my lunch, dewey is tapping the window of the passengers side.

"It's open." I tell him, and he lets out a small awkward laugh before he lets himself in.

"You alright?" He quizzes, and I smile and nod at him.

"I just wish the killers were stupid enough to leave some sort of clues on who they are." I sigh before I shake my head.

"I'm gonna go to the scene, I've not been there yet, maybe I could find something, or atleast understand why." I say quickly and dewey just stares at me, his normally overly emotional face currently holding no emotions.

"If you're worried about Sidney, it's okay. I'm worried about tatum." Dewey tells me as he reaches out and places his hand on top of mine, which makes me smile slightly.

"I'm worried about all of them, I'm even worried about us. We don't know what age this killer is, so we don't know who they're gonna go after next." I mutter and dewey squeezes my hand.

"But we'll figure out who it is y/n, I know you can." Dewey says, and I gulp a little but nod.

"Yknow what, I could be doing with a coffee before we go to the scene. Do you want a coffee or anything? I can pay." I offer and dewey smiles and nods as I start up the car.

"I'll have the usual." He tells me, and I let out a laugh, by 'the usual.' He means a jet black coffee.

"I still don't know how you can drink that jet black shit." I tell him, and he just scoffs before I begin driving to our usual coffee place, we meet here probably like ten times a week to get coffee, deweys my safe person, I love him more than anything truly, but all we ever seem to come to is unofficial, but I'd do anything to tell dewey how much I love him, I genuinely mean it.

As I pull up to the drive-through, I roll down my window and clear my throat.

"Hello, what can I get for you?" The workers' voice rings through the speakers, and I smile and put on the same voice I use to tell people that I've found their child dead.

"Hiya, can I get two coffees, please? One black and one regular." I ask, and the girl lets out a small 'mhm!'

"Now, is that a small, medium, or large?" She goes onto ask, and I look at dewey and shrug. Normally, we'd get mediums, but I think today is a large sort of day.

"Both of them large, please." I answer, and the girl lets out another 'mhm'

"Okay, drive through to the next window to play, please. Your total will be $7.50." The girl says and I nod.

"Thank you." I say before driving towards the next window, where I feel my pockets for my wallet, and as I pull it out, dewey slaps it from my hand.

"I'll pay." He states and I shake my head.

"Dewey, shut up. it's my treat." I argue.

"You paid last time." He reminds me, and I roll my eyes as he hands me the exact change of $7.50 right as the worker approaches the window and pulls it open.

"Hey, you're the two large coffees, one black one regular?" He asks with a large smile and dewey and I nod.

"That'll be $7.50, please." He beams, and I reach out the window and hand it to him, and as he counts it in his hand he smiles at me.

"Perfect, thank you. Go to the next window, please." He tells me, and I nod, quickly saying goodbye before I drive to the next window to see a worker already stood with our two coffees, and I quickly take them from her hands, thanking her before I hand them both to dewey as I drive off, parking in the carpark.

As I take the drink from deweys' hand and take a sip, I let out a small groan at how good it tastes.

"Shit, they never fail to make good coffees." I cry and dewey laughs.

"Tell me about it." He agrees.

As I begin walking towards the front door of the Beckers house, I carefully duck down under the police tape and pull my gloves up, making sure they're extra tight as I open the front door and carefully walk through to the kitchen where the events all started.

"So, she was sitting making popcorn when the phone rang." I whisper as I walk around the kitchen, inspecting everything but being careful not to touch anything, because even with gloves on the slightest knock could fuck up all my evidence

As I continued to walk through the back garden where Casey was then stabbed multiple times and then hung for her to die, my heart dropped when I saw that the tree she was hung from is right across from her front door, meaning her parents would've walked outside and saw her.

"Noticed anything new?" Dewey asks from beside me and I nod slightly.

"Whoever done it would've had to be extremely fast or had a getaway car because your guys were on the scene almost instantly." I tell him, and he nods slightly as I turn to look at him.

"So if there were two of them, I'm guessing the taller one hung her whilst the smaller one started the car." I add, and he continues to nod.

Once we're getting ready to leave, it's quite late.

As I climb in my car, my work phone begins to ring, and I answer it.

"Agent Prescott speaking." I state into the phone, and that's when we hear that Sidney has been attacked.

As I speed off to our house, I'm the first one to arrive, and dewey runs out of the car, and I watch as he bends down and picks something up before he continues to run to the door, and that's when I see Sidney opening the door and screaming as the rest of the police cars pull up, and once they do I climb out of my car and run to Sidney, pulling her to the ambulance.

"Are you alright?" I quiz as she sits down, and I grab a blanket tight round her.

"I'm fine, y/n." She reassures, and I sit next to her and hug her.

"You fought back didn't you?" I continue to quiz and she laughs and nods.

"That's my tough little bitch." I say as I kiss her head, before i see them pull Billy Loomis from my house and I gasp.

"He was the top of my suspect list Sidney, what was he doing at our house?" I gasp and she shrugs.

"After I was attacked, I turned to my door and saw that the killer was gone, and straight away Billy climbed into my window and he dropped the phone I was called from." She whispers, and I gasp and listen as Billy tries to plead as being innocent but I just scoff, I can see through his lies.

And that's when dewey and the sheriff approach us right as tatum runs out of her car towards the ambulance screaming and asking if sids okay.

"I see y/ns suspect list was correct." The sheriff says with a small chuckle and I smile.

"When's it not?" I quiz and he laughs.

"Tatum, you can't be here it's an official crime scene." Dewey states to his little sister.

"It's okay." Sid presses and tatum groans.

"Her dad's out of town, alright? Her and y/n are staying with us tonight." Tatum argues.

"What? Does mom know?" Dewey quizzes as he shoots me an awkward smile.

"Yes, doofus." Tatum sighs before the sheriff tells Sidney that she should go to the station and we all leave the ambulance and climb into our own cars, when I spot Gale Weathers, so I climb out of my car.

"Get your cameras away from my house." I warn sternly and Gale and her camera man both turn to face me.

"Oh, y/n, lovely to see you again." Gale coos and I roll my eyes.

I can't help but to wonder at what's being said, but to stop myself getting too angry at some sick bastard who just tried to kill my little sister, I stay silent.

I watch carefully as Dewey tries to find our dad on the system and frown slightly as I realise we're getting nowhere before my eyes fall into the room where Billy's being held.

"You ruined the moment you really did." He says shaking his head as he backs away which causes me to laugh.

As tatum walks in, she ducks down next to sid and hugs her, whispering that she's going to get her out of here and I can't help but smile at the niceness of Tatum, and also because Sidney has deweys jacket wrapped around her, but I don't know if I'm jealous about that actually.

"Hey Dewey, can we go now?" Tatum cries and dewey points a finger at her.

"Hold on a second." He states, and I stand up from my chair and crack my back.

"God dammit dewey!" She exclaims.

"What did mom tell you? When I wear this badge, you treat me like a man of the law." He warns, and the way he says it almost makes me weak at the knees.

"Well, I'm sorry, Deputy dewey Boy, but we're ready to go. Now." Tatum yells, and as we walk out the door, tatum and dewey begin to bicker, and I feel Sidney grab my hand.

As we walk out into the back alley, dewey runs to get my car as I throw him the keys, and Tatum, Sidney, and I all stand in the alley.

"There she is! Sidney!" Gale gasps, and I groan in sync with both Sidney and tatum.

"What happened? Are you alright?" She quizzes as she pushes the microphone into her face and tatum steps in front of the microphone.

"She's not answering any of your questions. Leave us alone." I call from behind them, and tatum throws the microphone down, but Sidney steps forward.

"No, no tatum, it's okay, she's just doing her job, right gale?" Sidney asks with a laugh.

"Yes, that's right." Gale says with a large smile on her face.

"So, how's the book?" Sidney asks.

"Well, it'll be out later this year." She says smiling.

"Wow, I'll look for it." Sidney states with a small nod.

"I'll send you a copy." She coos, and Sidney uppercuts her full force to the jaw, which makes me laugh in shock, before dewey runs out of my car and pulls tatum and Sidney towards it, and I just stare at gale.

"Write a book about that for me." I tell her before I blow a kiss at her and walk away to the car, where I jump into the front passenger seat.

As I walk into Deweys' room, i smile. It's not changed since the last time I was in here, there's still photos of him and I growing up together plastered over his walls, there's still photos of us together even now over his walls too.

"If I knew you would've been staying, I could've cleaned it a bit more." He says awkwardly and I laugh.

"It's fine, I did say I could stay home, but tatum and your mom both wouldn't let me." I tell him and he smiles and pulls me into his arms

"I wouldn't have either." He whispers with a small kiss to my head, which causes me to laugh before we both walk into Tatums room.

"Thought you might want some ice for that right hook." Dewey says as I rest an arm on his shoulder and we all let out a small laugh.

"We will be right next door, try and get some sleep." Dewey states and tatum turns to me and smiles but glares at dewey.

"Yeah, yeah." She says waving and dewey begins to close the door.

"Night, guys." I say to the two girls.

"Night y/n, love you." They both say in usion and I smile.

"I love you both, too." I say before the door is fully shut, and I slowly walk back into deweys' room where he shuts the door and stares at me.

"You're so beautiful, even when you're stressed, you know that right?" He asks with a small laugh as he grabs my waist and pulls me close to him.

"You're so handsome even when you're being such a doofus." I tell him, mocking tatum with the doofus word and he gags.

As dewey goes to take another step closer to me, his mom begins knocking at the door, and he quickly runs out, me following behind, but I'm guessing it was too late because whoever was on the call doesn't speak.

"Sorry, sorry." I apologise, and he rolls his eyes.

"Better be." He warns, and I nod.

As I sit with Sidney at the table, deweys mom stood behind us with her arms on our shoulders as the news report begins to talk about Cotton and how he killed our mom, I feel all the blood draining out of my face as I stare at the TV screen, as dewey sits next to us he realises and turns the TV off and clears his throat.

"Billy was released." He says as he sits down his plate and places a mug in front of me, the smell of coffee instantly bringing all the blood back to my face.

"His cellular bills were clean, he didn't make those calls." He tells Sidney and I continue to stare at him, I know Billy made those calls.

"We're checking every cellular account in the county. Any calls made to you or Casey Becker are being cross referenced." He continues and I roll my eyes.

"It's gonna take some time, but we'll find him." He then says, and I grab sidneys hand and give it a comforting squeeze.

As we pull up to Woodsboro High in my car, we all step out, and I can't help but to admire dewey with his sunglasses on, but my attention is grabbed by billions of reporters swarming sid, and I have to harshly push them away.

"Are you okay? After all of this?" Dewey asks, I can tell he's trying to ask about my mom dying, but I shake my head.

"A year tomorrow dewey, this is all happening a year after it happened. What if it's the same person that killed my mom?" I whisper and dewey stares at me confused.

"But, you were both convinced it was cotton." Dewey gasps and I shrug.

"Now I'm not sure, dewey, this is all too much, I shouldn't have got involved with this case." I whisper as I feel tears brim my eyes as I shake my head, but dewey pulls me into an extremely tight hug that almost cuts off my airways.

"You did the right thing getting involved in this case. You're the perfect person to solve it, but if you need to take a step back, then tell me." He says as he cups my face and leans down to kiss me, and I kiss back and smile, happy to be in this moment.

As dewey and I drive back to the school, we climb out the car only to be approached by Gale Weathers, and Dewey protectively wraps an arm around my shoulder, pulling me close to him.

"Hi, gale weather's. Field correspondent top story." She says to Dewey and I just scoff.

"I know who you are, Ms. Weathers. How's the eye?" He says as he motions his head to me.

"Is there a problem on campus?" She quizzes and he shakes his head.

"No, it's all under control." I tell her, hinting that she should piss off.

"Well of course, he's here." She says as she smirks at dewey and my face drops.

"You know, you're not supposed to be here." Dewey warns and she laughs.

"Dewey, come on." I whine, and he nods before the principles voice rings through the speakers, saying that all classes are cancelled, and our city has a 9pm curfew.

As dewey and I continue to walk up the stairs towards the school entererance, I turn to gale and let out a deafening groan.

"You just can't take a fucking hint can you? God gale you were my bestfriend for years but your career just has to come first. You ruined our friendship for that book, you ruined my reputation over that book, and now what? Are you trying to ruin my relationship by flirting with my boyfriend!?" I shriek, and she takes a step back down the stairs.

"Sidney punched you and you still didn't get the fucking hint, so do you want me to punch you too?" I then ask as I raise my fist but dewey quickly grabs it and drags me inside of the school.

As I walk through my house, I quickly gather some things for Sid and I, like our clothes and pyjamas, because we're probably gonna be staying at the Rileys household until our dad's back.

As I entered my room, I almost could've sworn I heard someone walking up the stairs, but I threw it down to my paranoid mind. god, what kind of use is a paranoid FBI agent?

Actually, not even a FBI agent, the head of the FBI.

As I pull out more clothes from my drawers and shove them in bags, I'm now 100% sure there's someone in my house.

"Sidney?" I call as I grab the gun fastened to my belt.

When I don't get an answer, but the footsteps begin running closer to me, I pull the gun from my belt and raise it up towards the wide open door.

"I'm an FBI agent, you do not want to fuck with me!" I scream as I begin storming to the door, but as I look out into the hallway I see nobody.

Stupid shitbag must've run down the stairs when they heard 'FBI agent', I let out a small laugh as I kept my gun in my hand and began making my way downstairs, but whats when a door from behind me flies open, and I feel something sharp being stabbed into my shoulder, and I let out a blood curdling scream before I'm forced to turn around and flung off of the floor, hitting my head extremely hard off the floor as everything begins to spin, everything apart from the knife that's stabbed into the same part of my shoulder, only from the front, probably leaving an all the way through stab wound.

As I raise my gun to the masked killer, he takes the gun from my hand and raises it to my head, and I begin taking deep breaths as I try to sit up to take the gun back, but my breathing comes to a hault when my neck is slit with the knife.

"Y/n! Sidney!? Are any of you in here? I want to talk to either of you." I hear Gale scream, and the killer quickly stands up and shoots me in the lower stomach before running away, and yet again, I let out a large scream as I hear a pair of footsteps running up the stairs.

"Y/n! Shit are you okay!?" She screams, and I just stare at her through tears, as I realise I'm loosing blood fast.

"Phone the police." I cry, and she nods and runs into my room, which she's all too familiar with, and I hear her pick up my phone and begin screaming some shit.

As Gale then runs back through and collapses to my side, I stare at her with a smile.

"I'm sorry for everything. What I did was wrong, I shouldn't have replaced you for some stupid book, and I shouldn't have wrote all they lies, I'm so sorry y/n and if you don't forgive me then I don't blame you, but I just miss you. I miss us, I miss our stupid sleepovers and you talking about Dewey all the time." She cries, and I nod.

"I forgive you." I tell her as I reach my hand up and grab her face, and she grabs my hand with hers.

"I wasn't flirting with dewey either, I've had a serious boyfriend, my cameraman, for a while now." She whispers, and I just nod before the pain coming from my shoulder. My stomach becomes too much, and I begin crying, and I realise I'm losing a lot of blood, but I begun to cry more when I realise there's so much I haven't said, there's so much I haven't done and now I can't do it because I'm dying.

When I wake up in the overly lit hospital room, I quickly stand up and find my jacket, grabbing my pen and notebook from it and writing down instantly who the killer is.

Billy loomis.

When I fall back down onto my hospital bed, I hold my throat and try to talk, but all that comes out are horrible sounding gurgles.

Only seconds later, a nurse runs in with Sidney and dewey running behind her, and I hold up my notebook and repeatedly point at the words sprawled against the lines, and Sidney shoots me a small smile, but it's clearly a frown.

"Y/n, we know. He tried to kill us last night." Sidney says as she sits on the edge of the hospital bed and grabs my hand.

"Y/n, it's going to be best if you don't talk for a few weeks, three weeks at the most, your shoulder will be fine if you don't over work it and go easy on it, and we had the bullet removed from your stomach." The nurse tells me, and I slowly nod before I pull out the notepad again.

"What happened?" I write down.

"Billy and stu, killed tatum and our headteacher, also our mom, and our dad didn't make it to his hotel because they captured him to blame him for the murders, but I shot Billy and stu got a TV dropped on his head." Sidney tells me with a large frown on her face, and I pull her into a hug when she says Tatum, but then I look at dewey and see him almost crying, and I becon him to come over with my hands and he quickly does and he almost practically throws himself ontop of me.

As I slowly run circles on his back, I begin crying too as I realise the murderers of my mom were so close to me, and I didn't realise.

When dewey pulls away from the hug, he stares at me, and then Sidney, and then back at me.

"We're all gonna be alright, yknow, the three of us, if we all stay together, then we'll all be okay." He says as he rubs his tears from his face and pulls Sidney and I into a hug.

"Gale?" I croak, and Sidney gasps when she hears me speak because I'm not actually meant to be talking.

"She's alright, yeah, but I'm more worried about you with that voice." Sidney says with a small laugh, and I smile.

When our dad comes to pick up Sidney, he says hi to me and gives me a small kiss, but he quickly has to leave as he doesn't like seeing me in this state, it leaves only Dewey and I together.

"I think, maybe you should take some time off of work." Dewey says with a small laugh, clearly trying to lighten the mood and it works because he gets a small deformed laugh from me as he stares at me.

"I love you." I croak and dewey shakes his head.

"You're not meant to speak!" He yells, but he quickly realises what I said, and he leans down and kisses me, being careful of my neck, and I kiss back with a large smile on my face.

"Holy shit I love you too." He cries as he cups my face in his hands.

"Will you be my girlfriend? Like, officially and not this unofficial shit?" He gasps, and I nod and kiss him again.

[shotmrmiller]

Hello! It's me again! Thanks for the help! Alltho I have read my ask and noticed I didn't really explain well. Well because I write before I sleep for work. 😅

Also! I have few more things to say to mean, cold Ghost with reader's 09 Ghost's wife! If I was reader's shoes. I would be so done with 22 Ghost's attitude already. Of course we know why he acts like that. But I still be pissed. I would say to 22 Ghost "Look, I know why you act so cold me, and If you don't believe me that I married the other Simon that I know, fine! But I have enough of your attitude. And just act mature. The only thing you and others do is bring me home, and we never seen each other again. Okay?" Like I just want to go home man! My boi Ghost is dead, and want to mourn him in my sleep!

Sorry, I just want to get out of my chest of how I feel to mean ass Simon Riley of universe 09 Ghost's wife reader x 22 Ghost. Also, I should read more angst CoD fics!

lmao totally! it's just hard to let go, yknow? the wound is too fresh, his corpse still cooling in his casket and then she's there.

personally, the cod fics i like the best that are angst are just straight up hurt/no comfort. that bitter sting of an unresolved ending is soooooooo good.

[ty-bayonet-betteridge]

i wish i could draw bc some jokes dont land as well without it. like sure i could make a textpost that said "amy, riley, taylor, and noelle at the tortured by their shard convention" but it doesnt convey the image right yknow

[decaflondonfog]

10 characters, 10 fandoms, 10 people

thank you @magpiefngrl for the tag! i LOVED looking through your list. it's kind of silly to be doing this like two months after you tagged me but oh well... that's how i roll i guess i did this like a year ago maybe but i am purposefully trying not to hunt down that post to compare bc i think this is a fun exercise in reflection. favourite characters are great because sometimes they're the worst little guy on the planet, sometimes they're just a guy you relate to, sometimes they're a character you wish you could put under a microscope and analyse deeply, and sometimes they're a guy you want to [redacted redacted redacted redacted]. the human brain is a magical place, eh? let's do this! (guy is v much gender neutral here, you know what i mean)

rules: name 10 of your favourite characters from 10 different fandoms, then tag 10 people to do the same

kevin day from All For The Game [laszlo cravensworth voice: 'cause he’s my best friend, he’s my pal, he’s my homeboy, my rotten soldier, he’s my sweet cheese, my good-time boy. i also would like to— *intense coughing fit*]

declan lynch from The Raven Cycle/The Dreamer Trilogy [older siblings with ibs who would burn the whole world down for their bb siblings rise the fuck UP]

princess beatrice from Red, White and Royal Blue [she falls in the middle of the venn diagram between the two above, into which i unfortunately fall as well: older sibling, addict]

kent parson from Check, Please! [the villainous half of a fucked-up unhealthy codependent homoerotic friendship rep ayyyyy]

tyrannus basilton grimm-pitch from the Simon Snow Series [wet little rat. perfect bastard. ultimate romantic simp]

harrowhark nonagesimus from The Locked Tomb Series [what i said about baz but she's also hundreds of corpses dsfkjhgfd no one is doing it like her]

merlin emrys from BBC Merlin [i mean what can i say about this guy that i haven't in the last ten years jhkjh sometimes the magic is being gay and having a massive boner for the prince you serve yknow]

shauna shipman from Yellowjackets [what i said about kent but with extra cannibalism]

simon "ghost" riley from Call of Duty MWII [idk man, you ever get dragged into a fandom you have 0 knowledge about and find that suddenly you care about these characters? i am obsessed with this dude, i want to wrap his enormous bum in bubblewrap, make him a large cup of tea and make him watch hundreds of episodes of bluey]

aiden kane from the Fence Comics [ah. aiden and the curse of loving your best friend but being unable to tell them and sleeping with half the world just to fill that hole in your heart]

i would have loooooooooved to use little pictures because if i put all these guys together you really realise how much i love a guy who looks like a sick victorian child, bloody mouth and sunken eyes and all, but we're not in the business of stealing art so we're going with the list version!!

tagging @nanatsuyu @jaywalkers @courtjestermerlin @celestialbee @mostlymaudlin @skeptiquewrites @caroll-in @thetrojeans @dogintheboiler @starwarned, feed me all your blorbos, if you please <3